In memory of Tony

Tony is now absent from the house. It's strange that I am now left with Shy Boy, I'd never had much to do with him before as Tony had always been the 'middle man'. I've always been withdrawn and unadventurous, so, as well my being a lot older and Shy Boy being such a young rascal, we do make an odd pair.

We spent a lot of time together yesterday evening, exploring many of Tony's old haunts. I even walked as far as the linen press, then we lay together under the throw. I quite enjoyed myself actually. He can be quite an agreeable little thing when he's calmed down.

Gordon Brown
In memory of Tony

Message to Jeanne D

Thank you for your kind words. Please send me your e-mail address again.

May his memory live on...

Following a brief period of illness, Tony Blair, the internationally renowned artist rat, passed away at 8.15 pm Friday 28th March 2008. May his memory live on.

Oblivious?

I've had enough

I feel awful. I'm tired and weak and just want to be on my own. I found myself being handled by that woman again and suffered an indignity at her hands. What's this about? Please leave me be.

Not feeling so good this morning. Given more yuk. Then yoghurt, no honey. Off to rest now.

More yucky flavoured syrup! No Helena, being allowed to snuggle up with you does not make up for having to suffer it. How long is this going to go on for?

Received more of that ghastly flavoured syrup. Yuk!

I've no idea what that woman was trying to do to me, fortunately it didn't last for long. As for that ghastly flavoured syrup, I hope it doesn't replace my yoghurt and honey.

I'm off to rest with the boys now. Catch up with you later.

Unwell

I'm feeling under the weather today. Helena's keeping me snug under her sweater as I fight off whatever it is that making me feel as I do. I look pale and feel lethargic and just want to lie still against her. I have to say though that I haven't lost my appetite for yoghurt and honey.

We returned to our home yesterday, after a long journey in an unfamiliar container. I've no concept of how long we've been away. I recall feeling particularly cold early in the journey and Helena taking me out of the container and under her coat. During our period away we received a lot of good food, most notably delicious, ripe avocados. I didn't get to run around much, but then I can't say that I was in the mood to.

Anyway, I'm feeling very comfortable cradled against Helena so I think I'll take a nap now.

I managed to catch up on my sleep yesterday, following the disruptions of the previous day, when I'd been taken to Helena's studio, during what should have been my resting period.

Between running across clay and around the studio I had the opportunity to rest on Helena's lap, but this also involved being dazzled by a bright light, so I had to tuck my head under her coat.

I later received some attention from people I'd never encountered before, this seemed to encourage much talking.

We returned home just as Gordon and Shy Boy were rising, which meant it was time for yoghurt and honey. Delicious.

Some socks I'd prepared earlier

I had the opportunity to nibble on some new, wool covered, toes yesterday. Though not for long. Maybe they'll come back today.

On Friday I was held, briefly, by an unknown person, who also held a large black object, which she positioned infront of my face. I wasn't sure whether I was expected to interact with it, but it didn't look like anything I would be interested in eating.

The weekend was restful. The house was very quiet. Helena was distracted by the presence of another person. Shy Boy checked him out Saturday evening - his leg was accommodatingly climbable, as was the rest of him.

A new experience

Today there was more goading here and there. I was given my yoghurt on Helena's leg this morning. What was that about? I had to repeatedly run along her shin to get to it. Wierd.

I'm exhausted after yesterday. I left the house, with Helena, early in the morning and didn't return for what seemed like forever. I travelled in the conservatory, which was placed in a bag, for a long time. The swinging meant I couldn't settle and it wasn't until I was still that I got some shut eye. Then more swinging. Next it was bright lights and being directed here and there. The sushi didn't make up for the disruption to my sleeping patterns. Then I was in the biggest space I've ever experience. So many Helenas. Loud noises. S-C-A-R-Y. But I managed to kip on Helena's lap. And then I was back in the bag and swinging again. Happy to be home.